Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1887-03-06

The native gravely salaamed and went
his way. Barton then went TO work
gathering bcaterS, w no were to march
through the low jungle brushwood on the
western side Of the Nerbudda and drive
whatever game might be lurking therein
toward point where we had erected a
machan-that is, platform raised about
20 feet from the ground. He was an ad-
mrable organizer, fearless shikaree,
and dead shot. His sporting instinct
told him that the man eater could not be
more than a mile away from the railway
works, and was most probably hiding i'll
some of the nullahs or ravines that run
down toward the Nerbudda. Barton &C
cordingly arranged a Gordon OF natives,
gave them clear Instructions about driv-
ing all game toward us, and we took our
place ON the machan with rifles ready
and our ears pricked for the slightest
sound of anything breaking from the
Jungle. The natives soon made the most
tremendous bullaL alloo IMAGINABLE. With
tOm-toms, horns and yells they made the
Nerbudda re-echO from bank to brae.
Some chanted a song, which breathed the
hope that they might be saved from baghs
and all other four-footed terrors whats0-
ever, and a few who were determined to
make themselves solid every way shouted.
'Oh, Mr.. Tiger, more powerful than the
dogs of Rama, more beautiful tnan the
eyes of Laksbmi, do not hurt US, because
we are your slaves and you are our father
and mother.'' While we were seated
alott, with our fingers on the trigger OF
our weapons, Barton suddenly cried
"Hush!" AT the same Instant we heard
a cracking, tearing sound among some
bushes on our right front. "H g coming
our wayw whispered Barton. Then we
heard the shouts OF the heaters, The hollow
thumpiDgs of the tOm-toms, the blowing
of the horns, and suddenly thick dump
OF thorn bushes opened, and magnificent
brute leaped softly into the open space.
His striped coat shOne splendidly in the
sunlight, his yellow ewes blinked and his
tail dashed from side to side with power
that would have knocked the strongest
man on earth off his legs. 'By God!"
cried Whitby, the Youngest OF the party,
"he's a beautyl" With that he let drive.
The tiger leaped into the air, uttered a
sava 20 erowl, and started clear up along
the edge Of tn NerbuddS.
"Damn itv' said Barton, ''why didn't
YOU wait a minute? Hes of now. and
the devil alone knows where We'll find
him. Why didn't you stop till he was
driven right shoulder on to us, and then
we could have all given it to him. He's
NANCY brute anyhow, as all these old
bali toothless man-eaters are, and any
body could have had his skin who cared
to claim the honor of the death shot.
There's only one chance left. Let's get
down from here and head him off up the
river. I've got boat handy down close
by Come on. There's no time to lose
But, for heavens sake, Whitby, don't B.
in such an internal hurry again, or you'll
spoil our sport irredeemsbly."
Poor Whitby explained that he was so
haf IN a
not resist the temptation OF shooting at
the brute as it crouched there snarling
lasbing Its tail and blinking its green and
yellow vicious eyes.
swell, don't do it again." said Barton,
and we scrambled down the steep bluff Ia
the river that flowed deep and TRANQUILITY
below us.